On the streets of Italy there is singing. The very few who cannot sing are playing instruments. Those without instruments are turning pots and pans into makeshift timpani orchestras. Those without improvised equipment are dancing. In Milan, a gentleman plays "O mia Bela Madunina" on his trumpet ― a song considered to be an anthem of the northern Italian city, hit hardest by the virus.

Florence woke to the exquisite sound of Puccini's impassioned aria "Nessun Dorma", sung by quarantined tenor Maurrizio Marchini. The locked down audience cried, not because of the crisis, but out of deepest appreciation. From a balcony in Turin, a concert violinist and a professional opera singer perform "Un Bel Di Vedremo" as if they were in Il Teatro dell'Opera di Roma. Their audience is anyone of the hundreds of people within ear shot.